Enjoy the mojitas!
This typo makes me giggle.
Happy birthday, Raq and Kathy!
Mal ,'Ariel'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Enjoy the mojitas!
This typo makes me giggle.
Happy birthday, Raq and Kathy!
Seriously, if anyone is in the Oak Park area at 7:30 and would like to join us, please do! Let me know, and I'll give you the deets.
HOPE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS MOJITORIFFIC!!!!!!!
Babies learn quickly, but not always what you're teaching them:
"The baby naturally assumes that the word you're speaking goes with the object that they think is interesting, not the object that you show an interest in," Hirsh-Pasek said.
In cute kid stories, one of the kravlets was part of this convo:
3yr old: Let's go back to our original seats.
Mother: "Original"! That's a good word!
3yr old: I know. "Fuck" is a bad word.
ita, I still think you are sneaking in and brainwashing Em.
This morning, I asked her for a kiss and she headbutted me in the eye.
This typo makes me giggle.It's a little late for the edit, I suppose. ::hangs head in misspelled shame::
Ipod tins.
Hmmm. So do we think those are just cleverly-modified Altoids tins? Because if so, I sense a project coming on.
Happy happy birthday to Kathy & Raq!
Sharon's just looking more and more haggish.
That last picture... horrifying. Emmett's mom tells a story of running into her in Cole Valley years ago, back when she was married to the SF Examiner editor, and how she cooed over baby Emmett and freaked out his mom with her scary old-woman face.
Happy birthday, Kathy! And yay ChiKat for coming through with the mojito plans!
Aimée, SLANDER.
So do we think those are just cleverly-modified Altoids tins? Because if so, I sense a project coming on
My iPod won't fit into an Altoid tin.
I need to trim my nails.
And I forgot my prophylactic migraine medication (no, now's not the time for a "Not tonight, dear--I have a headache." joke. It never is) at home, after carefully refilling the travel pill bottle. Which is now on my kitchen counter. So no lunch meds for me. Fuck it. I'm leaving after my last meeting then. It's only an hour, but it's better than nothing. I just have to not let my irritation trigger a headache.